[expression softens] What ever are you talking about, Chronus?
Euphrosyne?
[chuckles dryly] Yes, really. So you can take your ignorance and show it out the door.
Mm, feisty. Mortals really have no respect these days. Such a pity. I’m guessing you’re not Euphrosyne, since she has more sense than to talk to me like that. You’re lucky that I’m in a semi-decent mood.
[puts on a sarcastic smile and blinks excessively]Excuse me? I think you’re mistaken.
Do I now?

Say something, or leave. Actually, just leave. I have things to do and your effortlessly cheery attitude makes me sick.
I doubt you held any respect for us at all. [shrugs and smirks] You don’t care for her, do you?
That’s the smartest thing you’ve said since I met you. [shrugs] It depends. You, ah she, did concoct a plan that got me overthrown. But at the same time…[pauses and frowns] Why am I even discussing this with you, mortal?
Calm down. [raises hands in surrender] I just wanted to ask aboyt Rhea.
Well get on with it. I’m not in the mood for your moodiness today, or any other day in fact.
Someone is PMSing. [smirks] Had enough of your own kiddos? [laughs] What does she mean to you?
[sighs] Is this really what mortals think is funny? My respect for you guys is dwindling faster and faster. [shakes head] She’s my wife, and until she shows up you’re of no use to me.
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Hey I'm Will Fisher. I like to have fun. Oh, and apparently I'm the God of Time. Anyways, I'm sure whoever you are we can get along. Or whatever. 












